Writing Into The Day: Begin by setting goals of one paragraph a day
Well, if I were to write one paragraph a day, it might look like how my struggle with food dominates my thoughts, especially when I'm stressed. Do I focus on it too much? I know there are bigger things in life to address. I'm pre-occupied (I guess) with the direction my children's lives are headed. While I'm blessed beyond measure with life, health, strength, food, and raiment, I often find myself prayerfully pleading for the souls of my children and their mates. If statistics bear out reality in the hearts and lives of my children, I know that one of my kids will suffer divorce. I so don't want that for either of them. I would be crushed if their hearts were broken. Yet, I know in order to learn love, it often requires sacrifice. Daily we have to put down our own desires and "die to ourselves" in preference of others. We have to put down our own ambitions so that our loved one(s) can meet theirs. I'm glad God is in control. Struggle with food? Directly proportionate to struggle with trusting my Heavenly Father. Indeed, my feet are made of clay----or dough as the case may be.
WOTD: (tune: Row row row your boat)
I'm writing out of the day
It's almost time to leave
I'm happy that I'm almost done
My husbands coming for me.
I am stressed out now
I can tell because
I'm eating chocolate all the time
No matter all the buzz!
It's almost done now
I can feel excited
My love is in the parking lot
So glad our lives united.
This song is so dull
I must quit real soon
My brain is fried my nerves are shot
I feel like such a loon!
Writing Into The Day: Begin by setting goals of one paragraph a day
Well, if I were to write one paragraph a day, it might look like how my struggle with food dominates my thoughts, especially when I'm stressed. Do I focus on it too much? I know there are bigger things in life to address. I'm pre-occupied (I guess) with the direction my children's lives are headed. While I'm blessed beyond measure with life, health, strength, food, and raiment, I often find myself prayerfully pleading for the souls of my children and their mates. If statistics bear out reality in the hearts and lives of my children, I know that one of my kids will suffer divorce. I so don't want that for either of them. I would be crushed if their hearts were broken. Yet, I know in order to learn love, it often requires sacrifice. Daily we have to put down our own desires and "die to ourselves" in preference of others. We have to put down our own ambitions so that our loved one(s) can meet theirs. I'm glad God is in control. Struggle with food? Directly proportionate to struggle with trusting my Heavenly Father. Indeed, my feet are made of clay----or dough as the case may be.
WOTD: (tune: Row row row your boat)
I'm writing out of the day
It's almost time to leave
I'm happy that I'm almost done
My husbands coming for me.
I am stressed out now
I can tell because
I'm eating chocolate all the time
No matter all the buzz!
It's almost done now
I can feel excited
My love is in the parking lot
So glad our lives united.
This song is so dull
I must quit real soon
My brain is fried my nerves are shot
I feel like such a loon!